[ That flicker of sadness in his eyes — he's never quite aware of it poking through, he always thinks he guards it well. But on occasions where even he does realize he's let some of it slip out, he tries to spin it quickly with extra cheerfulness. No one need linger in his shadows for long. He wants people around him to be happy, he wants to make them happy — well, as happy as anyone can reasonably be here, of all places. If there's a burst of light and hope to be found, he'll be tugging it through the dark to share with everyone else. ]

Something strange, I know, I know, don't worry, you're not the first to say it. Or see it. [ He smiles then to reassure. And, at least, he assumes that his general eccentricity is probably what gave him away. The way he never quite fits with others in the expected way. ]

I'm sorry any of us are trapped here. But we'll be okay, we'll manage through this and get home. [ He'll make sure of it (he thinks). It's his duty of care, he feels, to ensure everyone's safety as much as he can. The kettle goes off, and he's quick to get the tea going for her. It certainly won't be the best tasting, but it's warm, and while it steeps, he hands the mug to her, giving a little nod. ]

That's not my best work, but it is the best we're trapped in a strange world and fog is currently trying to kill us tea. Might need to rethink the name. [ He smiles a little and finally sits, folding his hands together. ] What were you doing that you got stuck out in it like that? Exploring?